Sixteen thousand five hundred and forty

There’s something odd about being in a city that means you can randomly walk far further than in a normal day in Dunoon - the above total is today’s. I kicked off with accompanying my daughter in law on a brisk dog-walk before the entire family decamped on a short holiday, leaving us in charge of the cats…

We headed out not long after their departure, walking the short distance to the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art for soup and a massive cheese scone for our lunch. The weather was stunning - we’d already been sitting in the garden and I had to take my jacket off as we walked: I’ve brought the wrong clothes…

We decided to walk off the scones by going on to St Mary’s Cathedral, where we’ve often been for events varying from school carol services to Evensong to funerals but which this afternoon was a haven of quiet surrounded by the traffic outside, the nursery children playing on the grass, the people pulling suitcases. The collage is of various aspects of the interior, including one of the modern stained glass windows. It was just lovely.

Back to the house for some tea and a rest - but then out again , to walk over to Sainsbury’s at Craigleith to buy a screwtop of some rather good red wine to have with dinner. We came back by the Roseburn Path, which I’d forgotten was by far the quickest route, and called it a day.

Dinner was a simple re-heating job (thanks, Mary!) in the Aga (only slightly challenging), followed by tests of will with one of the cats. Said cat is now asleep beside me on the sofa, and bed is calling seductively…